We still have a lot of shopping to do. Too much shopping to do. Work is way too busy and stressful. The days are too short and sleep is elusive.
But my birthday is next week and I plan to stay away from the office if I can. Because I need some time to myself and away from my desk.
I’m turning 43 and I’m still asking myself the same questions about my life as I was asking one year ago, two years ago…Will I ever come up with the answers? And more important, will I ever build up the courage to act on those answers?
…and she compensates for her older sister, who’s only occasionally a fashionista when she’s under extreme duress.
Apparently, the brightly colored fake hair clips are very chic among the young hip crowd. We had to convince Sophie that she didn’t need to wear a headband as well. She really loves color and patterns, even when they clash.
Chloe’s more monotone. Denim, dark t-shirts, a sweater and she’s happy.
It truly is mind-boggling to me that the same genes (and jeans) produced such radically different girls.
My girly girl. She loves to dress up, she loves to pose for the camera and she loves to dance.
I was able to convince her to come to the mall today by promising her that we’d see if we could find her a new dress.
So we looked and we found. At a store selling a Spanish brand called Desigual. An adorable dress that reminds me of my favorite French brand, Catamini.
She was happy, so we were all happy. Sophie loves her dresses. Very, very much.
I’ve written about this before. But it’s true and it’s not gotten any better. Chloe yaks and yaks and yaks. And laughs at her yakking. I’ve never seen a kid who loves the sound of her own voice as much as she does.
I dragged Chloe shopping this morning because it was time to find her something, other than jeans or sweatpants, that she would be willing to wear on the lower half of her body. This was a do-or-die situation, with a very clear deadline. Friends have invited us to dinner next weekend, and they’re taking us to their country club, which has a strict no-jeans policy.
In my heart and mind, it is still summer. I am still in France. I am strolling through the streets of Paris, standing in snow in Chamonix with my family and speaking French 24/7. Problem is, my heart and mind are off by about five months. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Winter is sadly around the corner.
She’s a budding writer, let me tell you. The spelling is all hers. ******* Flower Flawer In the Breeze You look Pretty As me Please Flower Flower You Look Pleased In a three So as me You look Down In a frown Nice and Daring as me
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